For Nicola (cuz)...
Spend 6 months saving every god damn penny
You’d think you’d have loads, but you don’t have many.
Regardless, forget it, ‘cus it’s time to leave
Around the same time, your folks start to grieve.
It’s not like you're dying, just going away,
Though you won’t be returning for many a day
You’ve got big, big plans to see all these places,
Eat all these things, and meet these new faces.
No matter how much you’ve dreamed about this
You’re never prepared for the feeling of bliss
As you walk off the plane and the heat hits your skin
Then the panic sets in, where to begin
There’s too much to see and not enough time
To prioritise things just feels like a crime
But you’ll find soon enough that you start to relax
Despite the huge weight you have on your backs
Two bits of advice for those going away
Be aware that some ladies are not as they say
But most importantly, pack in your kits
Something to fight the inevitable shits
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